Rubbing our bleary eyes after disembarking from the Perth to Sydney Redeye, we trotted obediently to the International Transfers desk to be checked through from the domestic terminal to the international. A cheery chappie on the door waved us through, laughing and commenting as we passed him “love the hats!”…followed by “happy mothers’ day”.
Oh. We looked at each other, it is indeed Mothers’ Day. And we are both mothers, and we’re far away from our families and getting further away with each minute.
We middle aged mothers have forsaken our children and our grandchildren (and our parents and partners) to take up with each other for a grand adventure.
Right now though, the thought of a 12 hour flight from Sydney to Santiago in Chile seems more like a drag that the beginning of a holiday. The six hour lay over at Kingsford Smith Airport is reminding us that we haven’t yet slept, as we embarked on our journey at midnight last night; and we fly from here at midday.
Phil, Blue Hat 2, tried to have a nap under the phone charging station, but says it was too noisy. No wonder really, there is a constant bray from the loudspeakers as flights are called and the no-shows are told that their baggage is being taken off the plane.
The announcers battle with the range of foreign names they have to pronounce and we agree that we’d have troubles too if we had to read out some of the names that are the appellations of the mass of humanity that is Sydney Airport.
“Once again ladies and gentlemen…this is the final boarding call..”
Wish it was but we’ve got another three hours to go and no one from our families to have Mother’s Day breakfast with.
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